I admit I kinda like Mondays. I mean...I'm not the one who has to get up and fly out of the house. I don't have a job. Well, I guess I sort of do. It's my job to make sure mom feeds us. We need our Fancy Feast to start our day. Once I hear the coffee pot start itself with it's auto timer...I know the Fancy Feast is going to be served up soon.
We get Fancy Feast WAY earlier on Monday that we do on Saturday or Sunday.
If mom is slow moving...I sit by her head and stare at her.
It's also my job to be cute.